I asked a friend
for the loan of a scone,
I said he could have it back
when I had done;
he refused my request,
and not even my behest and assurances that I would replace it with a familiar or similar,
it it were damaged beyond repair,
would make him change his mind;
he did not care.
They do say Scone Love is blind.
He looked at me, then,
as a wise man looks at a stopped clock
trying to pinpoint exactly
when is Pimm’s O’Clock.